Insomniac's mad. She always seems to be mad, actually. We're currently walking towards the corner of Stuart & The Avenue. I've had a crush on her for, I don't know, a year or so. We walk home the same way, but she only so much as nods at me. I just always feel this intense wave of frusteration and anger coming off of her. But it isn't directed at anyone or anything in particular. I think it's just a general anger at herself, for some reason.
Not many people take notice of her. She's always carrying her guitar around in a bulky case plastered with old stickers, but most of the kids in band do that. She always wears tee shirts with no logo. She has her hair cut short. No makeup. A lot of people mistake her for a guy. Maybe she is a guy. We're waiting at the light to cross the street now. I watch as she angrily fumbles with a package of gum.
"Fucking..." With a final sigh, she turns to me, narrowing her eyes. "Can you open this piece of shit?" She holds the package out to me demandingly.
"Um... Okay." I nervously grab the package of gum out of her hand and try not to blush as our fingers touch. She'd never talked to me before. Suddenly, the cars all stop and I realize it's time for us to cross.
"Y'know what - just keep that shit." Insomniac slings her bag back over her shoulder. She storms across the street without one look back.
I'm left standing there with her package of gum in my hands.
